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Mornings were supposed to be just fine with me. I did not like mornings that much, but I did not hate it either. Somehow, I still needed to be grateful I woke up. Waking up every morning was nothing really special. They only felt nice if I cook myself pancakes for breakfast.
Jeez. I’m such a pancake addict.
It was Tuesday morning and I felt the worst. My head was pounding badly and I was not in the mood to make myself some pancakes.
Yes, you guessed it right. I was having a hangover again.
I had been drinking since she left that afternoon. She left like it was a very easy thing for her to do. She left like she did not care at all. She was very good at it. How did she do that?
Congratulation, Sapphire Collins. You
